to be sure, I am pure one with who I am to be sure, my image is blurred and my soul burns in the plam of my hand to be forgotton, and lost in, this world of people to be poppin, a cap in, the heads of people to kill is instinct, to love is logic slaughter and mayhem are natural, but caustic love and caring are what makes us human I want this but cannot have it, denied by intuition I look around and see, those would flirt with me I look around and see, nothing but empty faces and frilly laces, nike shoes, shirts and pants too I feel lust, but not love I feel more love for nature and all its wrecked buds be aware, that I dont dare, express this to anyone burning deep inside myself like santa setting fire to all his elves I am in pain, constantly in pain I scream inside, but tell myself to shut the fuck up why should I scream, its all in vain in vanity, for the belief that I am alone in truth, I seek, someone to call my own but know, that I cannot accept any other to be welcomed or worshipped in my sick world of plunder where I am slave to my egos throne and just so you understand, just to drive this point home I would rather be alone, than to know, I never was
Reason for writing:
stress and loneliness...does anyone ever write a poem using "positive" emotions? I dont anyways...
Birth sign: Leo
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